You’re an independent woman

till you’re pushed to your knees,

As he pulls back your hair

His lips whispers please


And the voices are strong,

Screaming time to go home

Yet the memories that haunt

Are far worse when alone


Home houses the knifes,

Too accustomed to skin

You’ve swallowed them whole

Now they cut from within


And that full length mirror

Gave to you as a gift

Captured the moment

You first made yourself sick


Whilst Invisible ink

Surrounds your four walls

Every bad word you’ve spoken

Accessible to all


So you comply without haste

You don’t deserve any more

Take one shallow breath

And dissolve to the floor


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